I looked at you
you looked at me
I looked back again
I sensed that you were asking if I was your friend?
without Alpaca words to say so, I decided to move on
I enjoyed our time together but there were other things to be done
Alpacas
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A place for observations and recording, for writing, images and musing, another place to be.
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Sadly, we always have to move on. It is the same for me when we visit the bush (American’s and Australians call it going on safari).
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